Tucker opened her eyes and blinked. She was alone on the couch in Reid's living room. She heard movement in the kitchen and smiled when she heard Reid mumbling to himself reciting what sounded like the recipe for waffles over and over again. She sat up and brushed her hair away from her face. She sat there a moment and closed her eyes. She had slept well the night before with Reid's arms around her. The nightmares that usually plagued her had left her alone for the first time in years. She opened her eyes and stood up. She didn't want to dwell on what that could mean; she knew Reid wasn't hers and with him working her father's case she wouldn't be able to claim him anytime soon. She also doubted very much he would want anything to do with her after he heard the things she had to tell him and the rest of the team.

She walked out of the living room and turned right. She skirted another pile of books and found herself in the entranceway to the kitchen. She leaned against the wall and watched Reid as he made waffles. She smiled seeing his slightly messed up hair and his dress shirt pulled out from his pants. His lanky figure was hunched over the counter looking at the waffle iron muttering about technology and how it was never fast enough. She wished that she could wake up every morning to this sight. She pulled away from the wall and walked over to the table and pulled out a chair knowing that that would never happen. She turned and smiled when she saw Reid watching her.

"I didn't know you were awake," he said raking a hand though his hair. He had wanted to surprise her with breakfast. He had hoped he could snuggle close to her on the couch again and eat breakfast together pretending it was normal for them. He wanted so badly to give her that before he took to the BAU and she was forced to tell everyone the story of her twisted childhood. He wanted her to have something good to hold on to.

"I'm usually an early riser," she said. She looked down at the walnut table top and sighed, "Usually I don't get any sleep at all," she admitted knowing that she couldn't lie to Reid.

Reid nodded and turned to the waffle iron. It was finished. He grabbed a plate and opened it. He flipped the large waffle out and placed it on the plate. He hobbled over to the table and placed it in front of Tucker. She looked up at him and gave him a smile. He brushed a stray hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek and he knew that he was a goner. He wanted her completely and he knew it was going to affect the case but he didn't care. Morgan and Hotch were always worrying about him showing his emotions but in this case they didn't need to worry. With Tucker he was ready to show every emotion.

"Do you want whipped cream or syrup?" he asked softly.

"Whatever you have is fine. I usually don't eat in the morning," Tucker answered watched as Reid pulled away and opened the fridge to grab the whip cream. She missed the touch of his skin against hers. She pushed those thoughts away and tried to focus on something else. Too bad that Reid took that moment to sit right next to her and his knee brushed hers. She knew there was no way she was going to be able to think of anything other than Spencer Reid.

"I hope you don't mind sharing. I only had enough to make one. I keep forgetting to go shopping," he said shaking his head as he put whipped cream on the waffle.

"I don't mind. Although, you didn't have to go to the trouble, Spence. I would have been fine with coffee."

"About that," Spencer smiled at Tucker, "I don't have any."

He watched as she smiled at him and shook her head. He watched as she took her fork and started eating the waffle. He ate as well watching her. He loved how she tucked one leg under her on the chair making herself comfortable. He looked away when her eyes caught his. A moment later he felt her hand on his knee. He turned back to look at her and she had a soft smile on her face.

"Were you checking me out, Dr. Reid?" she asked smiling even more when she saw him blush a little.

"What? Ah... Mmm, no," he finally answered.

"You are lying."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I am-," Spencer dropped his fork as Tucker kissed him softly on the lips. A moment later her arms were wrapped around his neck. Reid knew the right course of action was to push her away. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap.

Tucker asked herself what the hell she was doing but she kept kissing him. She had daydreamed about kissing him for months but had always feared he would push her away. She had never had a normal relationship with men and her johns certainly didn't count. At the thought of her former life on the streets she pulled away from the kiss and closed her eyes. She felt Reid's hands on her hips and the feel of his body against hers. She suddenly felt like she was tainting him in some way. She went to climb out of his lap but Reid held her tight.

"Spence," she whispered her voice full of pain. She didn't want to taint him. He was the only good thing in her life, the only shining light. She felt his lips on her cheek and leaned against him more.

"Tuck," he whispered in her ear, "don't be scared of this; of us. I wanted to kiss you too," he told her remembering the three arrests in her file from when she was sixteen and seventeen for prostitution. He didn't want to know how Garcia had gotten them just that Tucker had done what she had needed to to survive on the streets.

"I don't want to screw up your life. I mean, the only reason I am here is because my father is a serial killer and is after me. If he wouldn't have killed again, we wouldn't be sitting here like this."

"We would have gotten here eventually. I always wanted you here like this. It is just hard for me to," Reid kissed her again and felt her run a hand though his hair. He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, "I am so smart when it comes to things that are logical but when it comes to love and showing emotions, I am lost. I wanted to ask you out months ago but I was scared you would turn me away. I am not smooth like Morgan no matter how hard I try. Usually, after the first date the girl never calls me back and when I call her she informs me she'd rather be friends. I wanted... I wanted more with you."

Tucker felt tears come to her eyes. She kissed Reid again and sighed when she heard his cell phone ring. She pulled away and watched as he dug into his pocket and answered it. She climbed off of his lap and took the half empty plate and carried it to the sink. She listened as Reid told Morgan that they would be there in a couple of hours. She sighed and raked a hand though her hair. She was not looking forward to telling her life story but she knew that she needed to. Anything she told the agents could help them find her father and that was the priority at the moment. She smiled when Reid wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck.

"I guess it's time to face the music," she said.

"I will be with you the entire time, Tucker. And you can stop whenever you want to. Everyone knows that this will be hard on you," Reid told her softly.

"Do I at least have time for a shower and to find something clean to wear?"

Reid looked at the clock, "You do and I can take care of the something clean to wear. It will be alright."

"You promise?"

"I do."

Reid held Tucker another moment before letting her go. He watched as she walked back to the living room and he heard her digging in her back pack. He leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. He knew that there was no way he should have promised that it would be alright but he knew that Tucker needed to hear it. He walked out of the kitchen and waited for Tucker in the hall. He would show her where the washroom was and then get something for her to wear. The thought of her wearing his clothes made him smile again.